The nervous Hyur woman smiled politely and mouthed a quick "Thank you" to the bartender. When her food arrived, she pulled her hood back and shook out her golden hair. Before tucking into her meal, she clasped her hands together and quietly whispered a prayer to Llymlaen, thanking her for safe passage.Â
She ate slowly and deliberately. Between bites, she set her utensils down on the plate. Eventually, she finished her dinner and set a few coins on the counter next to her empty plate. "It was very good. Thank you."
The woman didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Instead, she remained seated at the bar, people-watching. She paid particular attention to anything that seemed like local customs. As before her meal, if caught looking at someone, she abashedly averted her gaze.
She ate slowly and deliberately. Between bites, she set her utensils down on the plate. Eventually, she finished her dinner and set a few coins on the counter next to her empty plate. "It was very good. Thank you."
The woman didn't seem to be in a hurry to leave. Instead, she remained seated at the bar, people-watching. She paid particular attention to anything that seemed like local customs. As before her meal, if caught looking at someone, she abashedly averted her gaze.
